User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Rune of Chaos/@comment-3135907-20110725180554

At the woodland camp, Skriglu leads Lash and Raggil to five wooden posts. Taking two chains attached to iron halters, he puts the halters around both rats' necks, then puts the chain leads on rings set in the posts nearest the main camp bonfire. With that Skriglu & Co head to the Chieftain's Tent and go inside.
 * At the main bonfire, a weasel and a rat are toasting apples on their bladepoints. "Arr, these apples just aren't enough, mate," the rat says to his companion. "I wish I 'ad some fresh meat, but 'tlooks like Skriglu an' 'is cronies 'ave eaten all the fish an' eggs to be 'ad."
 * "Aye, comrade," replies the weasel. "If I could 'ave some good plover, I'd feel fit as a King!"
 * "Yer right about that, mate. But I like pheasant more'n'plover, y'ken. Now that would be somethin'."
 * "Naw. A clutch o' tasty quail's eggs would be far better'n'some ole chicken."
 * "Hah! Yew don't know nuthin'!" says the rat. "A fat cooked weasel would be tastier."
 * "More like skinned rat!"
 * "Are yew sayin'-"
 * "Yes I'm sayin'!"
 * "Yew wouldn' skin me!"
 * "If y'don't sh'rup I will. So there."
 * "Me? Sh'rup? Yew started it!"
 * "Liar. Fat lardbellied liar. Yew said that cooked weasel was tastier'n'chicken."
 * "But yew said roasted rat first!"
 * "Nuh uh!" At this point the weasel draws his sword out of the fire and tosses the toasted apple from it. "I've got a sword t' back meself up too, see!"